As the last days of being 28 wind down to a close, I can’t help thinking about the weird life shiz that’s changed in the past year. For starters, I shouldn’t keep using the phrase “when I grow up” – turns out I am grown up! And it’s no longer enough to have a job, have an apartment, and maintain an active social life (I have all 3, btw, and they’re awesome). Now I need a spiritually fulfilling, mentally challenging Career, an adult home with nice couches and Le Creusets that doesn’t include 2 pot-smoking male roommates, and a successfully employed, well-dressed significant other who’s confident but compassionate, cool but not too cool, likes my friends, loves my family, and adores me above all else. Oh, and I should be married before the age of 30 or else I lose a lot of points on the NYTimes Wedding Section scale. Hence why I often go back to HoH on Sundays, to put on old PJ’s, wrastle with the Shmoops and make dinner with Linda and Larry in the vain hope of putting all of this serious life bullshit off until next week.
The curious part about 28 is that I’ve found myself wanting all the above. It’s funny the way the things you want and the things you’re supposed to be doing often go hand in hand. So in an effort to better visualize the happily cohabitating kickass career girl (always a girl, I hope to never be a woman, ew) I’m going to be in 5-10 years, I though I’d provide a few key graphics, like an idea board for the future:
As for the significant other, that’s still a blank slate. I’ll leave it up to chance, or fate, or whatever the hell brings 2 people together in this world. And when it comes to the chirrun’ part, hopefully they’ll look and love each other just like this!